Here's chapter two! Please review.

chapter 2-

"Quick get him in the panic room" Bobby said as they carried Sam over the threshold. Sam's face once contorted with pain and fear was now relaxed into an almost sleep like look. They laid him on the bed and stepped out sealing the door as they did. Once in the safety of Bobby's study dean turned to bobby and said" Bobby what the hell is wrong with him" his voice quivered as he looked at the situation that lay ahead of them. "Long story or short" Bobby asked dean.

"Short" he said running a hand over the rough stubble on his face.

"Your brothers a crazy bastard" Bobby said.

"Bobby!"

"Sorry, But I got no idea what's going on with him"

"Then what the hell do we do?"

"I'll do some digging see if anything like this has ever happened before" they exchanged solemn glances before separating. Bobby going behind his desk and dean down to the room that contained what was left of Sam.

Sam was running. Thorns caught his skin and clothes drawing blood and making holes. He didn't care all that mattered was that he ran. And fast. He leant against a tree catching his breath before listening intently for any slight noise that would give his attacker away. His breathing slowed as the natural sound of the forest took over again. Up ahead he saw a house desperate for somewhere to rest he ran towards it. He stopped when he heard the familiar laugh. Lucifer stood behind him. Grinning he mocked Sam "Did you really think that it was going to be easy. What your pulled out of my pit and put back in the real world come on Sam I thought you were smart" he laughed as Sam whipped his head around as slowly the forest faded to black he looked down on his body to find it burning. It burnt white-hot stinging his eyes. His skin cracked and peeled he fell alive as the fire slowly burned away his body. Soon when he was nothing but a burnt carcass he heard Lucifer cackle "Again…Again".

Dean sat on a stool as he watched Sam's face contort with fear and pain "c'mon Sammy snap out of it " he begged, pleaded with his brother to wake up to open his eyes and be OK again. It was childish and stupid but he eagerly looked when he felt Sam move only to discover that Sam was writhing in pain. "Sammy" he cried tears forming behind his eyes and yet he still didn't cry knowing that if he started it would be hard to find a reason to stop. Meanwhile in Bobby's study he put down a heavy leather-bound book and said "Balls!"